Short stories

Hold this

"HEY, Wester, Hold this" Zena demanded, shoving a sheet of paper labeled morals on the top. "What why? What is it?" questioned Wester.
"My morals, I need you to hold them." Stated Zena like it was a normal thing.
"What, why? And this says not to murder children or elders." Wester read from the sheet.
"Oh, because. I've got some sketchy shit I need to do, and I can't to that with my morals" with that off she went out the door. A car engine could be heard. With a sigh Wester closed the door and left for the comfort of his room. 'shes probably going to commit some felony again'